All the previous confusion from before now consumed her without hesitation. WHY? he asked. WHY? Did she have reason beyond what she had already said? WHY? It brought teeth to gnash into lips.
“I WANT to do it because you’re more important than me, right? I WANT to do it because I see you dislike where you currently remain, and you are NOT to be dissatisfied whilst I have the ability to change that. I find you so strange.”
Smile so vast formed. Time and time again, she found herself dwelling on just how he struck her. Was he simply far more intelligent than previous bosses? Was he more practical? She couldn’t quite uncover it. A devilish criminal he was, either way — one similar to herself. Quite different from the goons one would find stalking alleyways and dwelling in the bad parts of town; criminals with some sort of finesse. Perhaps that was what found her struggling to answer a question rarely shot at her.
It was nagging, the desire - a YEARNING to introduce a
query parallel to the ones prior, yet unlike them in the
sense of topic.
The focus of his irises rotated to her beaming twist,
his visage smoothing into his casual self.
[Restrain yourself, Torchwick.]
But alas, it was not to be, his musings were wry in their
tuneless dulcet. Thus, he questioned once more yet
allowing himself to... revel in a night in liberty of
stiffing asphyxiation.
《 Fine, thanks ? The sentiment is returned-
regarding the ‘strange’ part. But w h y am I important ?
You know, don't even answer that, I am too young for
this.》
